Stepping out of the Dream 1
The dream is the same,Is it always the game?
Yet the choice is there to escape,
Should I escape the moist dream?
Yet I choose to Hoist myself out of the dream.
I’m out of the pot and into the fire,
Why is the world out of the dream so dire?
There is a war out here in this mire.
I run for the war for it is not mine
And run into the forest till the chime
But in the forest there are wolves that wish to dine on thine
I jump to avoid the wolf’s teeth,
And get surrounded by the like a door wreath,
And I pull my sword out of its sheath.
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posted by Moonwolf @ 10:58 AM
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